The Bean will turn one year old next month and I have an amazing fact to share with you: Humans are born with nearly 300 bones in their body, but only have 206 bones by the time they reach adulthood. Also, I have only purchased one item of clothing for my child. Ever. And she has not even worn it yet.
Nana has been busy.
When I first informed my mother I was pregnant with a baby girl, she showed up with enough clothes to outfit The Bean for the first few hundred years of life. This was great; especially since, at the time, I was blowing extreme amounts of money on supporting my ice cream habit.
Every few weeks since The Bean's arrival onto this planet, I end up shouting, "Holy crap kid, quit this growing business! You're going to force me to go shopping because we're out of clothes you fit into. And if I have to go shopping, I promise I will torture you with a closet full of corduroy pants when you hit middle school."
Lucky for The Bean, Nana's superpower is sensing when a fashion catastrophe is imminent. Within the next day or two a new shipment of clothes comes in; keeping The Bean baby chic and me from having a mall meltdown. Win-win-win.
Recently, my mother asked me how The Bean was enjoying her newest shipment of fashionable frocks she lovingly picked out piece by trendsetting piece.
My daughter inherited two things from me. An inappropriate love of pickles and a complete lack of interest in sparkles, ruffles, glitter or Ralph Lauren.
|Pretty sure Nana was envisioning this.|
Last week's fashion delivery consisted of two matching shirts (in different colors). As Nana put it, "One for The Bean and one for The Fashionista." A truly lovely gift for the girls, but mothers always have the last laugh. Nana's one request: send me a picture of the girls in their shirts.
Do you know what's impossible? Getting two toddlers to sit still at the same time for a photograph.
Here is our photograph(s):
|Fashionista: I'm out of here.|
|The Bean: No seriously guys. She's gorgeous, I must kiss her.|
|OH MY GOD!!!! PUFFS!!!!!!!!!! I need my fix.|
|Why did she get more than me?|
|This'll show you, you greedy biatch. POW. The rest of the Puffs are mine.|
|What do you mean this is the last of the puffs? (Side note: this was the best shot we got of them together.)|
|Must have more puffs...|
|Are you sure there are no more puffs? I'll sit still.|